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Post by TG-Cryo Buster || TG-Cruor on Nov 4, 2015 3:02:23 GMT
((I have no problem with this. I guess I'll assume Cruor's teeth are a bit pointy? ;) ))
The way things were going, she was most likely some kind of creep who'd gotten an A+++ in her freak-show classes. Vaqus was slightly stunned to see the femme actually slide her form up to his, and seductively pose herself up close to him, attempting to ebb at his grip on himself. Good looks on an exquisite femme were hard to miss, and it was a bit more difficult to miss them when that particular femme started coming closer and closer. It was the fact that Cruor was some kind of psychotic killer that made Vaqus able to keep tabs on his processing stability, and his hard grip. She traced the long injury on his back which he had received earlier from another duel, before showing her faceplate, and then bringing her helm down to bite him. Vaqus had prepared himself for more sudden attacks, as she bled from her torso....
Femmes with looks knew they had looks about ninety nine percent of the time. And about eighty percent of the time, they would take advantage of their lovely faceplate and chassis one way or another. How he knew? Vaqus would keep the details to himself on that matter for now, the experience was there, and that was all that mattered. As Cruor had brought herself close, Vaqus hadn't been dumb, he'd brought his servo holding the spear carefully forward even more as she slid upward, so his clenched servo would almost be touching where his spear had impaled her, so that most of his staff-like weapon was peering out the other end of the femme. Vaqus would then slide his thumb upon a knob on his staff, letting it change from its spear tip mode o something a little more extreme: The spirit that was already impaled through Cruor and catching glints from the sun morphed into a different blade, one which was thin, crafted more gracefully, and designed to slice through mechs and femmes with ease. The spear end was now a scythe, and not just any scythe, the blade was had been created similar to the Circle of Light's Great Swords, this blade was able to channel the very power Vaqus's spark had--if he allowed it. Just after doing so, Cruor made her savage move: Hugging him tightly with all her might and biting for his neck. Vaqus's servo clutching the third of her cloak released it, instantly grabbing for her neck to yank her away--but he was too late. The femme's teeth had arrived at their destination successfully. Luckily for Vaqus, his neck had iron plating surrounding his neck cables, however, there were still cables own the outer rims of his neck, and these cables Cruor would successfully bite through. They would not cause energon to be spilled, but they were just as invaluable as organs: These cords connected to Vaqus's mouth-guard, which acted as a device to constantly filter Vaqus's ventilation system. This planet had a bad effect on the Aquatronian, its atmosphere would rust his throat in no time, plus his ventilation system malfunctioned without his precious mouth guard. She bit through these cords, causing different gasses and filter chemicals to spray her in the face, as Vaqus suddenly began to choke and hack horribly.
As he did, Vaqus's arm which had been meant to grasp Croup's neck would be given the opportunity to make contact, and if it did, it would wrap it's digits tightly around Cruor's own neck, and then yanking her with great might away from his neck. At this same time, Vaqus would also jerk back his other servo, the one holding the newly formed scythe, which, now pulled, would attempt to slice at a horizontal angle right through the majority of Cruor's torso. The blade was madly sharp, and given Cruor had a more delicate chassis without her cloak on, the chances of the scythe's blade coming out her other end, and practically leaving her with but a few fibers to keep her two halves of her body in place was quite likely. Not to mention, Vaqus also had raised one of his feet, and slammed it on the ground for Cruor's own foot, so that as he would cleave her apart, she would be held by the neck and the foot.
Vaqus: Go---Chaaahckk!--to--CAAAAHHHHKKK!
{{ Splendid. I'll expect an extraction from Plexo, seeing as the mech appears to be perfectly content with simply watching his compatriot's demise. }}
Again, Cruor made the first move.
She was about as cruel and masochistic all at once as she was clever- so the tricks, unfortunately for her opponents, would never end. This time, it came in yet another self inflicted wound, and quite a decisive one as to the conclusion of the battle. The mech gripped tightly around her throat, silencing her laughter. He'd be able to feel her chassis, shaking with whatever sick, twisted intentions were bottled up inside her breaking body. But before Vaqus had the opportunity to twist his scythe length-ways with her body, she pulled up her legs, pressed her peds against the mech's chest, and then pushed.
The severing of cords and shattering of armor was met with a sickening crackle- one that Vaqus would both hear, and feel, through the handle of his weapon. Her abdomen was severed- from one side, clear to the center, and finally the damage was too much for her even to stand any longer of her own initiative. It hadn't been nearly as close to a finality as what Vaqus had attempted to do, but it was more than enough to bring the battle to its conclusion. Her peds slipped out from under her, the servo around her neck the only thing keeping her from slumping into a sickening, broken, laughing heap on the floor. If he didn't succumb to the rust already well on its way to overtaking him, then she would be completely at his mercy.
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Post by Cup 'o' Joe on Nov 6, 2015 14:16:22 GMT
((To be honest, I was expecting you to find every single tiny weakness in my endeavors, and then whip the living daylights out of me. Then I thought Cruor would have been skilled enough to walk snakily up to Plexo, and then take it to where she wanted to go from there. I'm surprised Vaqus got as far as he did--even if he's doing pretty bad right now.))
Vaqus's throat was rattling terribly, its cords and fibers reacting badly to the atmosphere. Luckily for Vaqus, Arizona was a dry place, which meant his throat would be completely rusted in another ten minutes. Which meant, oh joy, he'd get to suffer that much longer before he went offline. Unless he got a doctor and some good medication really, really, FAST. The Aquatronian's coughing fit was growing worse rapidly, as he clutched Cruor in the air, who bled and chortled a few noises. Where those laughs? Was she Laughing while she bled? Seriously, what is this femme's Problem?!
Vaqus would have said it aloud, in fact he may have, but his coughing prevented it from being distinguishable speech. He would begin to squeeze her neck, as to make her choke more, and suffer ventilation problems, as he struggled to bring one of his own bleeding servos up. He too was running out of power. His arm would transform into a gun, before he charged the laser shot, digging the barrel to where her spark chamber would be. Vaqus would continue to cough, worse and worse, though eh seemed to have said 'Laugh at this' or managed to make the syllables somewhat evident even in his gagging. He'd finish what he'd started before he'd leave. Putting this femme into the Allspark was something that came to mind after she'd literally tried to chop him up.
As he would let his laser charge to give her a very powerful blast, one which might shoot right through her spark chamber and out the other side, Vaqus would send a transmission via Avacon frequency requesting a ground bridge immediately.
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Post by Plexo on Nov 6, 2015 14:38:38 GMT
While the commander seemed to be in fine condition, it came to his notice rather quickly, that the two combatants who still fought butchered one another. The brown mech would be sliced, and briskly begin to choke once his mouth-guard's cord was severed. Some mechs could not tolerate the atmosphere's of earth, and now, the mech was paying for two things: his weakness, and being the aggressor in the first place. Plexo would silently transform, walking in a small semi circle from the side lines, simply watching, finding himself approaching from behind the brown mech who battle the insane femme. Plexo was considering simply caging both after this--they both showed detestable qualities, a lack of honor, and though battle was not a kind thing, Cruor had lowered herself to levels which Plexo's code stated was not to be tolerated.
It was then that a ground bridge appeared behind the brown mech, as he held a gun to Cruor's chest. He was going to run. Plexo was now almost fully behind him, lurking from the shadows, but a few feet from the mech. Though this femme was indeed insane, she had assisted him in destroying an enemy briefly. She had assisted him in his objectives, though whereto she had done it to help or not was something that Plexo saw as obvious: her type liked to kill. Still, she had played along with him, and hand't attacked him. Plexo was fully behind the mech now, his calm steps had rendered him undetectable to the brown mech. Croup perhaps would be able to See Plexo right behind the mech as she was held upright, before Plexo would suddenly grab the mech's arm with his own, and shove Vaqus's arm which held Cruor backward, causing the mech to widen his optics in surprise.
Plexo had unsheathed his blade in what seemed like milli-seconds, matching Cruor's own speed, before slicing Vaqus's servo at the wrist, which would result in Cruor freely falling for the ground. The brown mech would turn around, his hand bloodied, and in his other a long scythe. The rage and confusion were evident in the mech's optics--emotions which were seen as quickly as they had come. Plexo had spun around by one-hundred and eighty degrees as he had swung Vaqus around as well, and now, before the tired mech could react, Plexo would end the conflict with a swift and firm kick to the mech's chest. This would send the Aquatronian into the open portal, which would close in what Plexo calculated was a few seconds.
Meanwhile, the warrior would turn to Cruor, his stature had returned to normal, as if no conflict had ever occurred. His blue visor's glass would reflect Cruor almost perfectly, as his helm faced her. What he had done was something he believed was acceptable: he'd decided that the brown mech would lose the victory that he'd longed for, and Cruor would get the same favor she had extended for him, Plexo, regardless of her intentions. Just judgement stated that one good turn deserved another. As for her consequences--Plexo knew he had gotten carried away in his own mindset. He knew she had done crimes, but he had no real evidence whether she was innocent or not when it came Autobot blood. So until further notice, she would be classified as 'chaotic neutral'.
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Post by Arcee on Nov 10, 2015 17:52:02 GMT
[Hey, hope you don't mind me joining. If you do though, I can just void the post, no problem]
A motorcycle hopped from a GroundBridge, and rushed across the canyons, a determined. Why did it have to be a dusty? It was getting in her tires, and she knew it would be hell to get out. The dust was also messing with her 'holo-rider', and the humans would not reply that pleasantly to a flickering human on a talking motorcycle. Then again, the chances humans would be around here would be less than likely, and if there were... well, that's why she was here. The Autobot continued, before seeing something in the distance. Mechs?
:This is Arcee, approaching possible non-Autobots, proceeding with caution. Alone.:
Then again, maybe they were Autobots, and once she got closer, she would see that big red symbo-
...Scrap.
She turned to the side, skidding to a halt. Why did the Neutrals and Decepticons always have to be so big? Why not a minicon? Something that couldn't crush her between it's fingers with minimal effort? Well, a motorcycle would be an easier thing to crunch, so it was time to transform. The motorcycle began to expand, opening up into a sleek blue femme. Staying out of sight would be useful. she didn't know what these Cybertronians were capable of. She crouched, watching patiently. Survey the situation, prove whether this was a fellow Autobot, a Decepticon, or something that didn't care, and would fight and kill either.
She squinted, her optics adjusting. Their behavior depicted them as something unwise to mess with. She stared at the mechs movements, studying, carefully, quietly. She continued to stay in position, before watching the carnage. If push came to shove, she would be glad she was smaller. A few quick stabs, and they would be down for a bit, hopefully at least.
She watched the brutal take down, and winced.
"Primus, please let this thing be allied with us..." She muttered, before peeking over the boulder. There was one way to really find out. Call someone, but since patching her com would take a while, and she had little to no information at this point, she would have to ask, or stand up and not get blasted on sight.
Great choices right there.
She stood up slowly, raising her hands in the air, hoping to get the attention of at least one of them, ready to go on the offensive at a moments notice.
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Post by Plexo on Nov 11, 2015 1:58:12 GMT
As he waited for Cruor's response, Plexo would receive a small transmission;
:This is Arcee, approaching possible non-Autobots, proceeding with caution. Alone.:
The white and golden mech would briskly turn his attentions to the surrounding area, his HUD located the source of the transmission in no time. He was an Autobot, however, his case made him...classified as an Autobot who had not exactly filed any reports or updates in the last few eons. Plexo would keep Cruor in his sights, deciding that the Autobot could figure things out for herself; there were no Decepticons on this battle field. Only Autobots and neutrals. The transmission, Plexo soon discovered, had been instigated a little while ago, just seconds before the takedown of the Aquatronian.
It was but a few seconds before the energon signature of the transmitter was located, which caused Plexo to raise his helm to gaze upon a femme, coming out of a rock. She was slim, dark blue, and had a few traces of the color pink on her. Plexo's access to the Autobot archive identified the Autobot as Arcee. Plexo would just stand still, simply watching her as she approached. He would make no aggressive move, he would make no effort to destroy her. When she continued to keep her servos up, it made Plexo question if she was trying to fool him by keeping his attention on him. Which caused him to scan the area once more, before realizing that she had come alone.
Sure enough, her earnest faceplate confirmed her action. Plexo would gesture to his own silver, torn Autobot insignia, before kneeling down to Cruor, inspecting her wounds. Her energon levels were sinking, and she would require medical assistance soon. Plexo reviewed his inventory, before realizing he had little to seal her wounds, aside from his super heated disks. Plexo would turn back to Arcee. He required first aid equipment, if not a ground bridge. he thus sent for a ground bridge, though his request would most likely be delayed due to his--absence.
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Post by TG-Cryo Buster || TG-Cruor on Nov 11, 2015 7:41:06 GMT
The laughing femme crumpled into a heap immediately upon being released from the grasp of her opponent's servo. Though severed, it remained around her throat, no more uncomfortable than the massive gash in her side leading straight to the core of her chassis; no less a welcomed pleasure than any other injuries she'd sustained during the battle, either. With her energon levels already having been immensely depleted, her arm still dysfunctional, and now with the need of a major chassis overhaul, Cruor's chassis went straight into stasis lock to preserve her alive. The laughing ceased abruptly once the function activated, the only thing thus far that seemed to be able to stop her amusement dead.
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Post by Arcee on Nov 11, 2015 17:25:11 GMT
The femme froze as she locked eye contact with the mech. She looked at the mech, puzzled. This was becoming less of a standoff, and more of an awkward staring contest. Her eyes shifted down to the insignia, and she let out a slight sigh of relief, relaxing slightly. The thing was on their side, although that still left many of her questions unanswered. Apparently, Prime was gone, and she needed to meet with their new leader as soon as possible. She lowered her servos, and began to approach slowly, just in case his alignment was still a little sketchy. Then again, she had much more to be briefed on, apparently.
She looked over at the injured femme, with mild curiosity. The bot was clearly sick and injured, mentally and physically, and now would be a good time of any to carry around a convenient first aid kit, but alas, she didn't have any. She stared for a while, unable to help, before watching the femme go into stasis lock. She leaned down, inspecting her. What kind of battle was she late for exactly? These wounds were heavy, maybe she was a little lucky she missed that skirmish after all.
"I guess you aren't much of a talker." She said quietly, standing up once more. "I assume you've already requested a Ground Bridge. Good, she should make it out in at least one piece, then, don't take my word for it though. I am not a medic." She muttered, not sure of the fate of the femme. She opened her mouth once again, but this didn't seem like the time for questions, and answers didn't seem like they would come easy. She stepped back, sweeping the dust off her servos gently. "If you can talk, at least give me an idea of what happened. Any other injuries I should know about? Then again, maybe just pointing would be a better option."
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Post by Plexo on Nov 12, 2015 1:08:17 GMT
Plexo picked up Cruor's injured and bleeding chassis with both arms, before slumping her over his shoulder. She seemed to have paused, yet her spark had not stopped thus, she was simply in stasis lock. Medical treatment would still be advised though. 'I guess you aren't much of a talker.' The femme said to him, causing his helm to tilt to her. he was twenty six feet tall, his majestic and knight-like chassis making him look like he had walked out of one of the legends about the Knights of Cybertron. IN some senses, Plexo was a Knight of Cybertron. His golden and pure whit armor was riddled with ancient glyphs of long ago forgotten languages, words only he and the smallest handful of Cybertronians knew. The hieroglyphs told the one who would be able to read about Plexo's purpose, though the rest--he held countless stories and secrets, literally a walking enigma. Plexo was a little scratched up, there were a few dents, bullet marks, but aside form this, the mech looked untouched. 'I assume you've already requested a Ground Bridge. Good, she should make it out in at least one piece, then, don't take my word for it though. I am not a medic.' She continued, Plexo nodding in response to her. His mouthguard would ex-hale cool, misty breath into the arid air of Arizona, as a small, hollow breath could be heard. It was gentle, but noticeable to those who were in his presence. A ground bridge would come into being in front of the three, but meters away. Plexo would begin to walk towards it, letting his back face Arcee. 'If you can talk, at least give me an idea of what happened. Any other injuries I should know about? Then again, maybe just pointing would be a better option.'Plexo would pause, rotating his helm so that but the edge of his bright blue visor would face her. "If you want knowledge, then follow." Plexo spoke. His voice was remarkably clear, it sounded sturdy, unshaken, firm, but not forcing. His pitch was suggestive, his tone calm as well as collected. It was evident he would go on with or without Arcee, though Plexo had doubts she would stay. There was no one else in this area aside from them, and they were leaving. He was not much for chatting, but he would enlighten her if she came, but he would not idly stand by without getting Cruor to a medical facility first. Plexo would hence walk through the ground bridge, which would remain open to Arcee long enough for her to enter, before it closed.
((To the medical bay:
transformersgalaxyrp.freeforums.net/thread/97/repair-room?page=58&scrollTo=35112 ))
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Post by Stormcutter on Dec 7, 2015 6:40:10 GMT
Stormcutter made his way over to the Grand Canyon from the Painted Desert. It was within a close enough flying distance, especially with the added boost of his Sky-Tech Armor rockets, to be a relatively safe location from humans as night fell, while being far enough away from his crazed twin. He found a good spot to land and, as carefully as he had transformed around the injured Chiro, he transformed to robot mode with her in his arms. He felt the strange sensation of the energon that had been leaking from her slide down the inside of his armor, but he ignored it to concentrate on helping her.
Stormcutter gently layed the unconscious Chiro down against a large rock and pulled out his energon repair ray and a few energon grenades. He activated one of the engeron grenades right next to her to give her the full energizing effect. He then used the repair ray on her injury, letting the nanomites do their work to seal broken energon lines and repair what damage they could given the severity of the wound.
He desperately wanted to get her to a medbay, but there was no way that the 'Con medbay would be safe for her given that she was a 'Bot. Even less so knowing his twin was willing to kill their mother. He also didn't know what frequency to hail on to call any 'Bots to come help. So, he was left with his limited ability to patch her up so that she could call for help herself.
Stormcutter, after doing all he could with what he had, sat beside Chiro as the nanomites worked, waiting for her to wake up. He kept his long-range sensors active in case a threat neared the two. He also kept the energon grenades refreshed when each one died out from use. He had a limited quantity and he hoped that what he had would be enough to last the whole ordeal.
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Post by Doctor Chiro on Dec 7, 2015 7:00:28 GMT
After the nanomites worked for while, Chiro felt herself wake up. She groaned in pain as her nervous system alerted her to the large stab wound that remained in her chest. She felt dizzy and confused. She knew what had happened, she saw Stormcutter step between her and Panacea, she heard what Stomcutter had said, but she didn't remember blacking out. And she definitely didn't remember being moved to the position she currently was in. She looked around, her processor straining to grasp the situation around her as she sat within an area that was softly glowing blue. She felt energy slowly returning to her systems, damaged as they were, as she found herself looking up into the forest green optics of a worried Stormcutter.
"What.... Where are- AGH!"
A sudden wave of pain ran through her systems as she shifted positions to be more comfortable. She instinctively put a servo to the injury as she leaned back against the rock, trying to relax. As much as she appreciated it, she needed medical attention beyond what Stormcutter was offering her. Her injury was also in a very difficult position for her to try to repair herself. She needed to get back to the Autobot base and get help from one of the other medics. But first, she needed to clear her processor enough so she could actually contact the help she needed.
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Post by Stormcutter on Dec 7, 2015 7:35:04 GMT
Stormcutter watched Chiro wake up and he smiled seeing that she was -relatively- ok. His mask was still retracted from the confrontation with Panacea as Chiro was the one other person that he felt comfortable with in showing his entire face and scars, even after all this time. He spoke with a gentle tone, concerned that if she moved too much, she would undo what little work the nanomites did to stabilize her.
"Please, Chiro, take it easy. I flew us away from Panacea and did what little I could to help thy condition. Our current location is the Grand Canyon National Park, at 36.069233 latitude and -115.172525 longitude. We need to get thee to a medbay immediately. I cannot hail for a groundbridge to the Autobot's base for obvious reasons, but I can carry thee once one arrives. I am sorry I cannot do more to help thee..."
Stormcutter exvented and looked down, ashamed that he did not act sooner upon his suspicions about Panacea before Chiro got hurt and that he could not do more to help Chiro now. He was also ashamed for betraying his sister, his twin, in such a manner. He felt the slight pulse of his sister's raging emotions mixing with his own. He had acted on what he felt was right, on what his Spark told him to do. But what now?
His optic caught sight of the Autobot symbol that Scaag had painted on him and he realized that perhaps his place was to be by his mother's side all along. And if he was going to abandon Panacea and what she stood for, he may as well commit all the way. In silence, he reached up and ripped the Decepticon insignias off his shoulder guards, each one was detached with the loud screech of metal bending and snapping. He then looked at the small pieces of metal in his servo before crushing them as he made his final decision.
"I am also sorry that I could not keep my promise to thee after all. I could not stand the person my twin had become and... I missed thee... mother..."
Stormcutter felt long held-back tears swell at the corners of his optics and overflow. Meanwhile, his internal hurricane of emotions began to make it hard for him to speak. While he knew that joining the Autobots would be another matter entirely, he hoped that they would allow him to stay by his mother's side in the medbay. The last thing he wanted was to be alone after all that he had just been through.
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Post by Doctor Chiro on Dec 7, 2015 8:34:13 GMT
Chiro calmly listened to Stormcutter. When he finished, she forced a smile through the pain and reached over with her unoccupied servo, letting it rest on his knee. Having an idea about the emotional storm that raged within him, she wanted to reassure him that they would be alright, even though she also was experiencing an emotional event herself. She knew now that her wish so long ago would never come true. Her son had tried to pull their family back together, but her daughter was the one who decided otherwise. However, while it pained her to finally let go of her hope for Panacea, not all was lost. Stormcutter had returned to her side on his own accord, despite the promise she had made him take when the fallout between her and Panacea happened all those millennia ago.
Using the co-ordinates that Stormcutter had told her, Chiro hailed for a groundbride to the Autobot Medbay. While they waited for it to arrive, she responded to his confessions. When she spoke, her tone was controlled, but calm and warm.
"And I missed you, Stormcutter. I was wrong to make you promise me what I now realize was an impossible task. I should have never put you through that to begin with and you have every right to be upset with me. In fact, that was my fear when you first contacted me again: that you had grown bitter like Panacea over time. But I am happy to know that I was wrong to assume that about you."
Chiro took a shuttering invent and slowly let herself exvent. She was doing her best to ignore the pain that constantly tried to steal her attention.
"I know I have never been a good mother, I struggle even now with Scaag, but I do love and care for you. I always have."
About then, the groundbridge they were waiting for appeared. Chiro smiled as she watched the familiar green glow overtake the soft blue glow that the engeron grenade filled the area with.
"Now, let's get me patched up and you settled in. Ok, Storm?"
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Post by Stormcutter on Dec 7, 2015 9:03:29 GMT
Stormcutter looked back up when he felt Chiro place a servo on his knee. He silently listened, tears still streaming down his faceplate, as she apologized to him. His Spark warmed and calmed some as she told him that she still loved him, despite everything. His attention was briefly drawn from her to the newly formed groundbridge, but it was quickly reclaimed when she called him by the nickname she used to call him when he was younger. He wanted to hug her, but held back because of her injury.
"Of course, mother."
He smiled one last time at her before he wiped away the tears and reactivated his mask, a security blanket of sorts whenever he went into a new area or was surrounded by strangers. Carefully, he scooped her up into his arms and carried her to the groundbridge.
The groundbridge closed after they stepped through, leaving the final energon grenade to self-destruct when it had finished distributing its payload to the lonely air and rocks that surrounded it.
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Post by Shatterbeam on Feb 18, 2016 3:11:53 GMT
The warrior dusted himself off, and requested a groundbridge to base. He stepped through, the vortex closing shut.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 10, 2016 14:47:29 GMT
At an insignificant point in the canyon sat on oddly shaped spire of stone. Beside it was a pile of rubble and between them was an impression in the canyon wall. What was once enclosed in the impression has since corroded to nothing. The pile of rubble had once match the spire some time ago.
Recent tremors in the area and an increase of radio waves had caused a shift. The remaining spire began to crack and rumble, chunks of brittle rock falling from it. Then all at once the rock fell away to reveal a crouching figure of black coloration. A faint humming emitted from the figure, two orange lights came to life. The lights peered around the area like eyes, stopping on the other rubble pile. There was a brief silence before the dark figure stood, its joints creaked in protest as it reached it's full height of 40 feet.
It kept a disdainful gaze at the rubble pile. His brother should have been there, but where he was was unknown. Reaper could feel an uncomfortable tug at his spark and clutched his servo against his chest. Had his twin left without him and passed on? If he had, he could not understand why.
The keeper glanced to the sky at the sound of an engine. Instinctively he scanned the aircraft overhead and shivered as his frame adjusted to the new form. There was a buzzing in his audio which indicated that his com line was back on. Going through the known Decepticon frequencies, he put out his request.
::This is the relic keeper, Reaper, currently stationed at these coordinates. The relic had dissolved over time and I would like to request my leave from this useless post.::
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Post by Lord Death Wish on Jun 10, 2016 16:01:45 GMT
A comm would come back to Reaper
*This is Decepticon leader Death Wish, I am coming with a ground bridge to your coordinates.*
A ground bridge would then open close to Reaper. Coming through it was a 35 foot mech with a black and purple body, which looked eerily similar to that of Megatron. He had a scar near his right eye, a cannon on his backplate, and a riot cannon on his right arm. The Decepticon leader walked toward Reaper confidently and strong before stopping beside him.
My name is Death Wish, we received your request.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 10, 2016 17:47:58 GMT
Reaper was impressed by the fact that someone had responded so soon. With a flat expression he watched as the ground bridge opened and the figure that came from it. As it is custom for him to do so, the mech bowed respectively. The keeper nearly addressed Death Wish as Lord Megatron before swiftly catching himself. Reaper straightened back up, his joints creaking painfully.
"It is an honor to meet you."
He spoke respectfully, although his thoughts wondered elsewhere. There was obviously a shift in power, who knows what else has changed.
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Post by Lord Death Wish on Jun 10, 2016 21:03:42 GMT
Death Wish heard the creaking coming from Reaper.
"Come, you have much to catch up on. We have a good medical staff you need one."
Death Wish said as he turned his arm to the bridge as ushering him to the bridge.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 10, 2016 21:46:59 GMT
"I suppose I do..."
He replied thoughtfully while rubbing one of his elbow joints. There was a cracking noise as he dislodged a shard of stone which he promptly flicked away. At Death's motion, Reaper glanced at the portal and went through it, grumbling something about the planet's stupid greenery.
"Is it actual medical staff, or is it scientists looking for their next project?"
The keeper's tone could be hard to decipher. If he was using sarcasm, showing concern, or just being grumpy would be for the other mech to figure out.
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Post by Lord Death Wish on Jun 10, 2016 22:10:46 GMT
Death Wish followed behind.
"No, they're only part time mad scientists."
Death Wish then went through as well with the bridge closing behind him.
((to the communication center in the Decepticon area))
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